With Han Yuhua's consent, Shen Yun's heart was relieved by half of it.

The rest is to explain to the parents of both sides, as for the old man, as long as Shen Yun says his reasons, this matter will definitely be agreed.

The existence of the little girl can obviously turn the previously somewhat dignified atmosphere back to warmth to the greatest extent.

After the family of three had eaten, Shen Yun drove the car and took Han Yuhua and the little girl to the outskirts of Beijing.

When the child is older, the family can take it out for a walk with confidence. And Han Yuhua also said before that he was about to return to the art troupe, and now it just so happens that the family of three can play while letting Han Yuhua do some recovery training.

The environment in the suburbs of Beijing is quite good, come to the top of Xiangshan, the weather is clear and the wind is smooth, support each other to the top of the mountain, overlook the capital, and suddenly have the feeling of getting out of the cage.

It was the beginning of summer, the flowers were brilliant, and the little girl rode Shen Yun's big horse, constantly pointing to the flowers here and there and laughing.

"Yuhua, I see that there are very few pedestrians here, and the scenery is so beautiful. Why don't you try to hang your throat right here? ”

This is a good idea, seeing Han Yuhua nodding, Shen Yun first took the little girl down and handed it to Han Yuhua to look at, quickly put down the backpack on his back, found the flattest open space, laid out the blanket, and neatly placed the food brought from home in the middle.

Shen Yun is very careful in placing things, but the little girl will always be deliberately let go by Han Yuhua to compete with Shen Yun.

Often Shen Yun wants obsessive-compulsive disorder, and when he usually puts a few bags in order, he will be disturbed intentionally or unintentionally by the little girl.

In desperation, Shen Yun had no choice but to give up such a plan.

Putting the little girl into his arms, Shen Yun sat on the blanket with a smile: "You are so naughty at such a young age, and it is estimated that you will become the child king in the courtyard like your mother in the future." ”

I thought I would just say it casually, but I didn't know that I was really listened to by the little girl.

Pinching Shen Yun's face, the little girl smiled happily: "I want to be the child king, haha." Dad, you will be the king of big children when the time comes. ”

The childish language made Shen Yun laugh, and after eating a little, Han Yuhua drank some water to moisten his throat at the instigation of Shen Yun, got up and started restorative training in the mountains and forests.

Don't look at the various scenery of the singers in front of the stage, in fact, if you want to ensure professional quality, the training behind it is very hard.

Han Yuhua has also deliberately protected his throat at home in the past two years, but in the end, with a child, he hasn't done such a thing as hanging his throat for two and a half years, which is really a little rusty.

"Ah......hh Oooooooo......oo

The first time, the breath was not evenly adjusted, and it was only a brief sound for a few seconds before it failed. But just this time, Han Yuhua had already found the right rhythm.

The second vocalization lasted longer than this, but his voice was not fully opened, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his pronunciation, shaking his head, Han Yuhua started the third time.

After practicing for half an hour, the little girl looked at Han Yuhua without blinking, until Han Yuhua's throat was a little unbearable, and then she came back to rest.

Now that you have made a plan, you must have prepared throat lozenges in advance.

After taking a few sips of warm tea, Han Yuhua shook his head: "In the past few days that you have been here, you must accompany me here every day." I feel like it's back to 80% of what it was before, about before you left. ”

"The remaining 20% needs to be found by the art troupe with the help of professional mentors."

Speaking of this, Han Yuhua suddenly smiled and said, "Otherwise, you can sing a song to our mother." I used to tell my children that you tricked me back with your singing. ”

When Shen Yixin heard Han Yuhua's words, he immediately slapped his face: "Yes, Dad, you sing quickly." I want to listen. In the future, I will be like you, when my mother is unhappy, I will sing and deceive my mother to be happy. ”

The well-behaved and sensible words made Han Yuhua's heart sweet, and he kissed Xiao Yixin with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then urged Shen Yun to hurry up with his eyes.

The wife and children have all requested, of course Shen Yun can't help it.

Standing opposite the two mothers, Shen Yun thought about it and looked at the two in front of him affectionately:

"When you hug your loved ones, you wish that time would stop."

Shen Yun sang Xu Wei's "Home".

In his previous life, Shen Yun liked many songs, but there were only a handful of singers he liked. Xu Wei is one of them, and Shen Yun admires his character of daring to be lonely and lonely.

At the same time, listening to Xu Wei's songs, there is such a kind of power that inspires people to forge ahead in the midst of sorrow, which is very alternative in many lingering songs, so alternative that it is difficult to give up at a glance.

In this song, there are many lyrics that resonate with Shen Yun at this time, so it is not so much a performance as a monologue.

The moment Shen Yun finished singing, the little girl immediately gave him warm applause, but Han Yuhua began to cry silently at this time.

Returning to Han Yuhua's side, Shen Yun hugged both of them in his arms: "Okay, don't cry, ah." You said how many adults you are, I cried when I heard a song, how dare I leave you half a step in the future. If one day I don't cry and you can't see it, then how sorry I should be. ”

To put it mildly, Han Yuhua was finally coaxed to stop his tears.

Holding the child, Han Yuhua twisted Shen Yun's waist: "It's not good to always sing this kind of tear-jerking song." I want you to sing something else, didn't you say that you want to give me a gift to go to the art troupe, and I want you to take it out now. ”

Han Yuhua made Shen Yun grin this time, but he soon laughed.

Since Han Yuhua doesn't cry, everything is easy to say.

Shen Yun felt that the tears of his daughter-in-law were his biggest world, and in the face of those crystal tears, even if he had all the strength, he became helpless.

After thinking about it, Shen Yun stood in front of Han Yuhua again: "I'm going to sing." ”

Seeing the little girl's serious face, Shen Yun almost laughed. Finally picking up a little seriousness, Shen Yun straightened his voice and sang the second song he plagiarized after three years of absence.

"As soon as I sent the Rigge Red Army, Jiezhi went down the mountain."

This is a very pure Sichuan-Shaanxi folk song, and every bar is a very clear picture. Shen Yun considered that Han Yuhua was about to return to the art troupe, and what he needed most was this kind of song that could establish his status in one fell swoop, so he took it out directly.

In terms of military songs, Han Yuhua is definitely a professional.

As soon as she heard the lyrics, she knew that this song would definitely get strong support from the top when it was released.

Of course, in addition to thinking about these things, Han Yuhua was also listening carefully to Shen Yun's singing. She had been taught before, and Shen Yun's grasp of syllables and tones was quite good.

Perhaps, with a little embellishment, this kind of song is the most perfect look.